Men and women -- even man and wife are foreigners. Each has reserves that the other cannot enter into, nor understand. These have the effect of frontiers.

I have thought many times since that if poets when they get discouraged would blow their brains out, they could write very much better when they got well.

A successful book is not made of what is in it, but what is left out of it.

What a man misses mostly in heaven is company.

Whenever we come upon one of those intensely right words in a book or a newspaper the resulting effect is physical as well as spiritual, and electrically prompt.

Very well, then, where do we arrive? Where do we arrive with our respect, our homage, our filial affection? At Adam! At Adam, every time. We can't build a monument to a germ, but we can build one to Adam, who is in the way to turn myth in in fifty years and be entirely forgotten in two hundred. We can build a monument and save his name to the world forever, and we'll do it!

I would rather have my ignorance than another man's knowledge, because I have so much of it.